Bo Xichen patted her. "Alright, stop leaning on me. Go to class."
She hopped out of the car, making a silly face at him.
Bo Xichen chuckled softly before driving off.
Gu Anxi had only walked a few steps when she heard a slightly hoarse voice behind her, "Gu Anxi."
She turned around to see Qin Siyuan getting out of his car. He must have seen everything.
Gu Anxi wasn’t bothered; she simply stood there watching him approach.
Qin Siyuan had lost a lot of weight, but he seemed more composed than ever. He stood before her and said in a low voice, "I might not come to Qing University often in the future. Gu Anxi, I heard you’re going to Beicheng as an exchange student. Is it because of Bo Xichen?"
Gu Anxi offered a faint smile. She had largely settled her scores with the Qin family. Since this particular matter didn’t involve Qin Siyuan, she wouldn’t push him to the brink. Besides, she felt no need to explain much to him, so she simply nodded, tacitly confirming his assumption.
Qin Siyuan was taken aback, then murmured, "That’s good. Gu Anxi, take care of yourself."
He reached out, as if to touch her hair, but his hand hovered in mid-air, ultimately not making contact.
Finally, he withdrew his hand. "Take care."
As he turned and walked away, his figure looked particularly desolate against the autumn backdrop.
Suddenly, Gu Anxi called out to him, "Qin Siyuan."
He stopped abruptly and turned around.
With her hands in her pockets, idly kicking a pebble on the road, Gu Anxi said casually, "This Saturday, I’m participating in the Qingfield motorcycle race. I’m number 85. There are some big bets on it over in Beicheng."
Qin Siyuan continued to stare at her.
Gu Anxi’s gaze drifted for a moment, and she cleared her throat. "Um, if you’ve nothing else on, you could place a bet for fun... My skills are pretty good, you know."
Qin Siyuan’s pupils contracted sharply, his hands clenching into fists. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
He understood Gu Anxi’s meaning: she was telling him to bet on her to win, and she would ensure she won.
The Qin family’s finances were in dire straits, and Gu Anxi knew it!
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. In a hoarse voice, he simply managed, "Thank you."
He couldn’t say more; he no longer had the right.
After finishing his business at the university, Qin Siyuan went straight to his company. He opened an app and checked the current bets; most were on number 18, Gu Mingzhu.
Checking the past records, Gu Mingzhu had an almost perfect winning streak. Number 85, Gu Anxi, also had 8 victories, but her 5 second-place finishes were all losses to Gu Mingzhu.
This strange data made Qin Siyuan narrow his eyes.
The Qin family needed funds desperately; otherwise, they wouldn’t survive this harsh winter. If he staked everything on this one bet...
He immediately had his secretary call the finance director. "Check how much capital the company can mobilize. All of it. I need it today."
The finance director was taken aback. The company’s financial situation had only just begun to show a slight recovery. What was wrong with CEO Qin?
Before he could speak, Qin Siyuan said calmly, "Go now."
The director, though perplexed, went immediately. He returned and reported, "We have just over thirty million. That’s everything... CEO Qin..."
"Transfer it to my personal account. I need it urgently," Qin Siyuan stated, his composure absolute.
The director was stunned. If anything went wrong, the entire Qin family would be finished!
Qin Siyuan glanced at him. "I will take full responsibility for the consequences."
The director nodded. "Understood, CEO Qin."
As the director was leaving, Qin Siyuan suddenly said, "Trust my judgment."
Half an hour later, over thirty million was transferred to his account. Qin Siyuan bet all of it on number 85 in the Qingfield race!
After confirming the transaction, he let out a long, slow breath.